Moisture

Let it out, let me pull the shades

And mix it up make it lemonade

I've no intention of living this way

No intention of living, moisture, moisture

A thousand miles across the sand

And burning blisters on my hands

Why did you take water from my well?

I am dry, I sigh, take this torture from my head

And how you said, the sand would burn my hands

And how you said, the sand would burn my feet again

Almost drowned inside your head

I crawled back to the shore instead

Why did you take, and drag me through your hell

I am dry, I sigh, take this torture from my head

And how you said, the sand would burn my hands

And how you said, the sand would burn my feet again

Moisture, moisture

Take this torture from my head

How you said, the sand would burn my hands

And how you said, the sand would burn my feet again

And how you said, the sand would burn my hands

And how you said, the sand would burn my feet again